Slaughterhouse-Five - Ings

I wonder about time travel

About living my life in a line

The arc of my intention

The contour of my time

I wonder about my wandering

And who I shall meet only once

I could move backwards towards them

I don’t have to go forward running

Billy, I’m so sorry

Echolalia & tears

Billy, I’m so sorry

I don’t know what happened to your years

Living can be lonely

You’ve only got your line

You follow it with vigor

And sweetly, briefly, criss-cross sometimes

There are many lives unfolding

And nothing is left undone

A ladybug in the amber

A planet in the sunshine

Billy, I’m so sorry

Echolalia & tears

Billy, I’m so sorry

I don’t know what happened to your years